Chapter 48

In a daze, there were occasional brief moments of consciousness, feeling as if he were lying in a thatched hut, occasionally hearing voices, though he could not understand what they were saying.

He Boqiang seemed to recall many past events.

The thin figure crouched in the kitchen of a restaurant, washing dishes, standing under the scorching sun at a busy crossroads, distributing flyers, later taking on various odd jobs, then running to the mountains to pan for gold, and finally borrowing money to buy a refrigerated truck for transportation...

It was as if he saw himself being born on a snowy night, a blonde woman cradling him in her arms and singing a sweet lullaby, the vast fields of golden apple trees and the winding Benshima River like a jade belt, the majestic statues of the Five Heroes on the square, and the magic ivory tower piercing the clouds, practicing the basic movements of a knight day after day, with becoming a true knight being the entirety of his life...

Then, he inexplicably woke up in a wondrous world, as if it were an incredibly absurd dream.

Upon waking, the first thing he saw was still a battlefield with blood and fire, and there was a headless demon almost crushing him to death. Yet, he was like a stubborn weed, surviving on this land.

The chaotic images flashed through his mind like a film reel, spinning non-stop, making him feel dizzy...

...

The chaotic chapters in his mental world intertwined, like countless fine threads tangled together, forming a dough, which was then pulled into fine threads by countless hands and reformed into a ball. The frustration in his heart was like a bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

In the next moment, He Boqiang suddenly woke up, taking deep breaths of fresh air. Before his eyes was still the thatched hut with a leaky roof. Through the round hole in the roof, he could clearly see the blue sky, with occasional wisps of white clouds drifting by.

A cool breeze blew through the room through the curtains made of withered leaves, bringing a bitter herbal scent.

He Boqiang's head was splitting with pain, but he felt his soul was completely fused with this body, with many memories deeply imprinted in his mind.

In the mental sea, the three stars that were lit emitted a faint starlight, slowly nourishing the body. The warm light seemed to have a magical power, gradually seeping into every part of his body, alleviating the pain caused by the chaotic consciousness.

He Boqiang struggled to sit up, finding his body felt as if it were falling apart. As the flood of memories slowly submerged his mind, he remembered that before he lost consciousness, he was kicked hard by the green-faced demon, which explained the intense pain he felt with each breath.

He found himself lying on a wooden bed covered with fine grass, and in the room, there was a pile of charcoal ashes, with a black pot hanging over the fire. He couldn't figure out where he was.

Suddenly, he heard light footsteps, rhythmic and quick. Before he could identify them, a nimble figure rushed to his side, bringing a gust of wind.

In He Boqiang's line of sight, he finally saw the native girl Moli, holding a large wooden bowl, which was steaming.

The native girl Moli, seeing He Boqiang awake, was surprised for a moment, then smiled and said something in a language he couldn't understand.

He Boqiang looked at the native girl with a blank expression until she stopped.

The native girl Moli then realized that the other party didn't understand what she was saying, feeling a bit frustrated. Seeing the steaming wooden bowl in her hand, she patted her broad forehead, scooped out a piece of sticky substance with a wooden spoon, and without asking if He Boqiang wanted it, stuffed it into his mouth. The taste was like crushed red ginger.

He Boqiang looked at the blue sky through the hole in the roof, feeling somewhat bewildered about why Sulidak and the Second Squad had left him in this native tribe...

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He Boqiang lay in the thatched hut for a whole week before he could get out of bed and move around slowly.

When he was bored lying on the wooden bed, he would enter the wondrous mental sea. In the void, his body was only lit by three stars, but He Boqiang soon discovered that these stars were not the stars in the sky, but rather some fine particles in the mental sea. The three lit stars had actually absorbed countless fine particles around them, gradually growing stronger.

The fine particles floating in the mental sea seemed endless. He only needed to let the three stars rotate slowly, and they would have a mysterious attraction, absorbing the surrounding particles to grow stronger.

When the third star became more stable, the fourth star in his body was lit...

He Boqiang could clearly feel that each time a star was lit, his body's strength increased significantly.

During the days he spent recuperating in the thatched hut, the native girl Moli was the one he saw most often. She was responsible for his three meals a day and two medicinal soups in the morning and evening. Occasionally, other native women would come by. These native women usually dressed casually, wearing grass skirts and animal skins, sometimes without any animal skin, with prominent chests and slender waists, exuding a youthful aura.

When He Boqiang's condition improved, Moli brought him a rolled animal skin.

He Boqiang saw the sloppy handwriting on the scroll and understood that it was a letter left by Sulidak. It might not even be a letter, but rather a note with a few lines of text.

The content was roughly that he had been kicked by the green-faced demon before it died, causing him to be seriously injured. After destroying the demon gate, the warriors of the Second Squad carried him to the native village. The great shaman Inoyatira, who was skilled in medicine, said that he had internal injuries. If he were to be jolted on the way back to the camp, his injuries might worsen. However, the Second Squad had to return the swordsman Bajiale to the camp to report, so they had to leave him in the care of the natives in the village.

Sulidak also mentioned that he would come to take him back when his injuries improved...

Given the situation, no matter how much He Boqiang lamented, it was useless.

Fortunately, the time he spent recuperating in the native village was not particularly boring. The native girl Moli would come to teach him some simple native language. Although He Boqiang couldn't speak, it didn't hinder him from learning the native language of Handanar County. Many simple words, taught by Moli's gestures, were quickly understood by He Boqiang.

After more than a week, He Boqiang could communicate with the native girl Moli through gestures.

During this period, the great shaman Inoyatira visited He Boqiang three times. Each visit was not long, mainly to check his injuries and adjust the medicinal soup for the next day.

However, the great shaman Inoyatira seemed to call him a strange name, different from what Moli usually called him.

It took He Boqiang two days to make Moli understand his confusion, but the answer Moli gave seemed to exceed the scope of simple native language, leaving He Boqiang puzzled.

It wasn't until half a month later, when the swordsman Bajiale and Sulidak, along with the warriors of the Second Squad, returned to the native village that He Boqiang learned from Bajiale that the great shaman Inoyatira called him a "Divine Favored One."